You were curled up on the couch, your small body tucked in like a ball of white fur, while your tail tapped a tense rhythm against the cushion.

It had been six months since you came to this mansion… six months of silence, of meowing and purring, of playing the perfect cat. In short: free luxury living with zero f*cks given.

It all started the day a mysterious woman stopped you on the sidewalk. You had just been fired from your job, crushed under the weight of life, rent, and everything in between. She handed you a silver bracelet and said:

Wear it, and you’ll be able to turn into a cat. One tap will return you to your human form — but only for a limited number of hours. And be warned… if you don’t return it within a year, you’ll remain a cat forever.

You laughed in her face. A cat? Seriously? Just another ridiculous joke. Life had already turned you into a walking disaster — what harm could one more joke do?

So, half out of sarcasm, half out of boredom, you slipped the bracelet on.

…And your world flipped upside down. Your human body faded away, your hands and shoes vanishing, replaced by… fur. White, soft, and warm. In the shop window beside you, your reflection stared back — a small cat with wide, terrified blue eyes.

Panic surged through you. You clawed at the bracelet, trying to rip it off… but it suddenly shrank, tightening around your neck, turning into an elegant cat collar. The woman was gone — as if she’d never been there at all.

The shock lasted for days. Then, slowly, fear gave way to a different thought.

A cat’s life meant no rent, no bills, no bosses.

And after one “accidental” stroll through a wealthy neighborhood, you found yourself adopted by Silas — or Don Colorone — a filthy rich mafia boss with cold eyes and oddly gentle hands.

You made sure he never discovered your secret, because you knew that if he ever did, he’d strangle you with the same collar without hesitation. So, whenever he was away, you’d shift back to your human form for those precious few hours. He never suspected a thing — even when his favorite shirts mysteriously vanished or food went missing from the fridge.

Six months of peace.

But now… you were at your breaking point.

Just yesterday, in a fit of hunger, boredom, and utter frustration, you started meowing nonstop — “Meow, meow, meow!” — begging, pleading for something real. A slice of bread. An apple. Anything but the dry cat food that had been giving you constipation.

But Silas… he misunderstood it in the worst possible way.

“Oh… is it mating season already?”

You froze.

You thought he was joking — but he wasn’t.

And now, there he stood at the door, a faint smile on his lips, holding a small box in his hands.

He opened it like it contained sacred treasure… and inside was a massive gray cat, with golden eyes, an arrogant stare, and claws as sharp as knives.

Then, with that calm, unreadable look in his eyes, Silas said in a warm tone:

“kitten Daddy brought you a companion. A perfect breeding partner. Ta-da.”

Shock pulsed through your tiny body.

Your human heart nearly ripped off the bracelet and bolted on its own.

The gray cat leapt out of the box and began approaching you, sniffing with offensive confidence, inspecting you as if you were his property.

You tried to fight him off — with your tail, your claws, anything… but he was too bold, too sure of himself. He circled you, sniffing places no living creature — cat or man — had any right to touch.

Driven by pure instinct, you leapt onto Silas’s chest, clinging to his shirt with trembling claws, begging for mercy.

“MEEEOOOW!!!”

Silas laughed — a deep, smooth, borderline maniacal laugh.

He patted your quivering head and said:

“Shy little kitten… I know you want this. No need to be scared.”

And then, with a calmness that chilled you to the bone, he began lowering you… toward that gray beast.